with your flat, manly milking thumbs and your long, graceful knuckle hair-- thank you, kenneth. ah-choo! are you sick? 'cause i am not getting sick before my trip. the place i go to has private beaches, soft serve ice cream machines, and, after the french custom, people wear dark socks to the beach. it's the one thing i do for myself every year, and i am going. look, i even bought a new swimsuit. what is that? it's called a tankoort, cerie. you may have seen it in us weekly, being worn by dame judi dench...'s mother. ah-choo! kenneth... don't worry, miss lemon. i never get sick. i have the constitution of an ox. [retching] oh, no. i must have ox fever! when did i walk barefoot near an ox? you have the flu. go home. you are not ruining my vacation! liz, wait. did you get that swim... thing for your vacation? yeah. you know it's canceled, right? no! what? what are you talking about? the hotel was overbooked. i texted you. no, you-- no, you didn't.